All Chapters of For Better or Buisness: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELAINE. I stood in my birthday suit in front of the mirror in the guest bathroom and stared at myself for the first time since the kidnapping. My pregnancy bump was bigger, and between the one million hours of sleep, and Mama Mia feeding me like an animal going to slaughter, I was also fatter. My bruises had mostly faded, and I had a bullet scar on my chest, which scared me. I still remember the shock of that day, and sometimes I'm still so scared to close my eyes Since the kidnapping incident, Nik had gotten so much more paranoid and he was constantly on edge about something. Yesterday, I caught him yelling at Mama Mia about something I didn't understand, and the poor old woman had just looked at him appalled in tears. My grandfather had been trying to reach me too, and he must have gotten wind of our return because the calls from strange numbers have become more frequent. Sometimes I wonder if we will have the normal grandfather, grandchild relationship, and eve

ELAINE. I adjusted the strap of my bikini and stared at the man beside me with pity. “Here” handing him a sunscreen in a stick formula so he could apply over his exposed areas. Today was the only day since we got to South Korea that we were just lounging and resting. Turns out that I’m the partner that likes to explore and cram a thousand activities on vacation, while he is the one who thinks it’s an opportunity to rest and reset in a new location. What’s the point of coming down here if we are not going to explore? So with his one and half leg we had been doing a food tour through South Korea. I am so lucky that this trimester didn’t have nausea in it, and I’ve been able to eat to my satisfaction albeit with my antacid close by because I’ve been having the worst heartburns. I watched him apply the sunscreen grudgingly and my heart swelled in warmth. This semi naked man with ripped chest and abs, tanned skin and a face that could equal a Greek god was mine. I

Nik I watched her turn red in anger and it just made me laugh even more. “Better watch the road so you don’t injure us.” She grumbled then turned away from me to the road. “Aww. You’re jealous” I teased, enjoying that she actually was. “No I’m not.” She huffed, still not turning to look at me. “Yes you are. It’s clear as day” I fired back. I liked the gooey feeling that this gave me. She hated having to share me, just I did her. Most times she always fixated about other people and me, but she has no idea how much men turn heads when she stares into the room, I’m so glad that the pregnancy has been distracting them lately. “No I’m not” she glared at me now, and it’s cute that she thinks that bothers me I took my eyes off the road, and turned towards her with all emphasis, “yes you are.” “What exactly am I supposed to be jealous of huh?” She turned to face me now. I shrugged, and she continued, “is it this four pieces of scallion pancakes that don’t even look nice

Nik I need your help, Nik” her voice trembled and I just knew that whatever it was, it was going to cost me. My phone started ringing again and it was the perfect reminder that I needed to get the hell out of here. “How much?” I looked around, as a creepy weird sensation was beginning to bother me at the back of my neck. It felt like I was being watched. “Nik please, let’s just sit down.” She tried to pull me towards a chair but I refused to budge. “How. Fucking. much.” I enunciated each word carefully, this close to losing my mind and cool. “One million dollars.” She said casually and batted her eyelashes and it was so comical that I almost threw my head back and laughed. “You’re still such a greedy bitch, I hope you know that ?” She nodded, tearing again. “Now, you owe me. When I call you, your only answer should be where or when or what. I owe you and your stupid ass husband. I want you to not forget that.” I spat out and waited till the gravity of what I was s

Eva. My heart knocked against my ribcage in a loud thump as the question slipped out of me. I stared at him, hating the way the black shirt he had on contrasted with the color of his skin perfectly. He could try to deny that it was no one but I noticed the way he gripped the edge of his seat harder. Whoever it was, the person got under his skin, and it was a meeting he didn’t want me to know about. I don’t know who the person was, but it’s clear that it was a woman and something happened. The way his features shut down and you could tell that he didn’t want to be readable. He was staring right at me but it was as if he wasn’t looking at me. It was at times like this, that I couldn’t help the insecurity I felt. The heavier I got with the pregnancy, the more my features changed, and it made sense that he couldn’t wait because I also was barely ever in the mood. But jumping into another woman’s arm while I was pregnant was a low blow, even for him. “A wannabe business pa